Her heart is an ocean - Aquamarine while in her being.
Seafoam frothing gentleness - Waves of beauty; attention-thieving.
Vast and soothing in her endlessness, and most would find tiring - All this time I spend admiring...
From the shores of her sea.
Hoping... Swim back to me.
I often step into her waters; her waves are unforgiving.
They often try to drown me; the stones aren't relieving...
...But I somehow always float back as my body just reacts to the sudden lack of oxygen.
Running back to the shore, looking on forevermore - And all I keep on seeing are her waves continue thieving, and don't cradle my belief in this feeling that I get...
When I'm admiring from the shores of her sea.
Waiting... Swim back to me.
I'd let your waves crash into me for good.
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